Arrghh, I am still sick! I have dropped many hints (going to bed early, eating only healthy food, taking vitamins and wrapping up) but this virus is determined to overstay its welcome. The inlaws are arriving tomorrow and the place needs a clean...
But I have found time between work and bed to crochet...five scarves done and one to go! Two red, two brown, one green and one red (in progress). They are thinner than the one I made before (I actually followed the pattern correctly this time) but much longer, so you can wind it around your neck a few times and still have plenty left to show off.
So if you're interested in getting your hands on one of these bad boys...I want to hear your most embarrassing stories! You don't have to be the centre of the tale either - feel free to shop your friends and families humiliation for some free stuff. The scarfs go to the six stories that made me cringe and cackle at the same time!
And at the very least you'll be putting a smile on a poorly girl's face...
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Competition Time
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I do embarrassing things every day. It's going to be really hard to narrow it down ...
Hmmmm....my dad is usually the centre of most embarrassing stories in our family... which one would you like to hear? The one where he falls asleep on a couch in a hotel reception or the one where he has to phone the police to explain why there's a stolen car on his drive........
Helen, me too, that's why mine is going to be someone else's! Much easier to choose...
Mummy, welcome and thank you for joining in! Both stories sound brilliant but if I had to choose, it would be the stolen car - the mind boggles!
I'm sorry your still poorly :o(
I'm sure I've done loads of embarrassing things, but the one that springs to mind and still makes me cringe is the time I accosted a mum at the school gates who seemed to have been pregnant for yonks. When I saw her standing there with a big bundle wrapped in a white shawl, I hotfooted it over and said "Oh, congratulations! What did you have?" I could have died when I realised she was holding a massive loaf of bread in a white bag. I was so glad when the children left that school!
...you're, not your! Must be past my bedtime! Hope YOU'RE feeling better soon :o)
Poor you still being sick, hope you're better soon, at least it's nearly the weekend.
One of my most embarrassing moments was when I was much younger and talking to a friend. I said, "If there's one person I really can't stand, its Joe Bloggs (not his real name, of course."
JB walked through the door just as I said his name, and the worst part was, I didn't mean him at all. I was always confusing his name with the actual person who I really disliked, but he never believed me. I still feel awful about it.
Oh no, I'm so sorry to hear you're still feeling rubbish. What a horrible bug. There's not a lot os use for a scarf here in Thailand, so I'm going to let someone else win them. I'll tell you all my embarrassing stories though... on my blog.
Most embarrassing moment, I have had many but this one was up there. I was in a truly fancy cosmetics store in Amsterdam , idly fondling the diptique candles and wondering if there was anyway I could justify purchasing them at 45 euro a pop when I spotted perfume, oodles and oodles of diptique perfume and only 30 euro. I started spritzing lots of different ones onto those tiny strips of card, found one I liked and proceeded to liberally sprayed it all over myself then I rushed to the till to purchase it. The girl at the till was looking at me weirdly but I just thought, she thinks I am very sophisticated for buying such a unique scent, I paid and danced all the way home. When I got home I started to unwrap my beautiful perfume, taking it slowly out of the box I noticed a label on the bottom. It read "AIR FRESHENER". Mortified, I can not go back in incase they spot the girl who wears air freshener.
We were having some furniture delivered and the store told us there might only be the driver so we'd have to carry the armchairs in ourselves.
Van arrives and two big fellas get out. Thought I'd sweeten them up then they'd help get old chairs out as well as new ones in.
Me: "Oh, I'm so glad there's two of you. Do you want a brew?"
Fellas (with a surprised look): That's very kind of you. Milk and 2 sugars please."
Me: "Well, it's a bribe really so you'll give us a lift with the chairs."
Fellas: "OK, if we've time after we've checked telegraph poles..."
LOL! It was only then I noticed the BT logo on the van and (when they turned round) on the fellas' jackets.
End note. The real delivery arrived while BT fellas were checking the telegraph poles. Two smaller fellas and two more brews. And delivery fellas carried old chairs out and new ones in.
P.S. Yvonne, get well soon!
Five scarves?! I haven't even finished my first wrist warmer yet. Good on ya.
For embarrassing moments, I have yet to top my five year old self, so overcome with emotion during a cinema screening of The Fox And The Hound that she felt compelled to stand up and yell "don't shoot!" during the film's pivotal sequence.
I'm going to cheat and retell a story I've already told on my blog.
I'm dreadful at speaking on the phone and can never seem to chose the right words. This is an example of how brain and mouth failed to connect.
My supermarket delivery hadn't turned up in its scheduled slot. I waited patiently. I made sure there was no music, TV, dryer or any other noise that could prevent me from hearing the doorbell. Still nothing. I phoned them to complain of this non delivery and was told that they'd tried to deliver but got no answer. I was mightily indignant. "But I've been waiting for the delivery all day with nothing on". There was silence at the end of the line. Can you sense where the brain/mouth disconnection took place?
The nice man said the delivery would be with me within half and hour. Two drivers turned up in the next ten minutes. They were accompanied by the assistant manager and an extra chicken as way of an apology. If they were hoping for a foxy minx, they must have been sorely disappointed to see a forty-something, ravenous woman - in her jim jams.
If I'm disqualified for breaching the T&Cs, I'll think of another. There are more. Oh yes, so many more:-)
ps - hope you're feeling better soon m'dear. x
Sorry to hear you've been poorly and hope you'll be feeling much better soon.
My past is littered with embarrassing moments, but a recent one was at the local Harvester. Embarrassing enough in itself!
I was standng in the queue, plate in hand, having just received my gammon and turkey, and helped myself to some delicious looking stuffing balls and roast potatoes from the side.
The chef came running after me calling, 'sorry Madam, you can't have those they're for display purposes only' in front of a packed-full restaurant. Sheepishly I had to go back and give him back his balls. The shame!
Just don't let me loose at The Ivy.
So far so brilliant! I've been laughing like a drain, thank you all so much. Got some antibiotics today from the doctor so I'll be as right as rain very soon. Keep 'em coming!!!
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